Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

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your worst nightmare be this verse right
but good, that's what you get for sleeping on me
i put your favorite rapper in a hearse there
and i bet his weeping homies do shit but call them peoples on me
to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
i'mma keep it sosa these niggas keep it tony
you gotta watch the picture that you with your verses
we go in niggas' mouths, i don't know bout bitches'
and up with this, "i'm just sayin'" shit?
fuck you? you shouldn't be saying shit
problem is, assholes saying shit
but money you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
like plaxi-ho, oops, i mean
talking bout we get 'em robbed -shut the fuck up, bob
you the story, nigga come home, set it sob
be a hater cause he can't find a better job
nigga at home, feeling like he out of
nigga on the field, like he out of bounds
to my city, emphasis on my city
that just my opinion, but who fucking with me, huh?
why give a fuck it no sense to give
ray j shit got me so sensitive
big bad dressed in a granny disguise
bitch nigga, i see through your tranny
your jeans too low, or your panties too high
you touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
and you want them niggas in your house though
to see if you got indo'/outdo'
i one to put no info out, yo

you shit, i end shit intro/outro
you the influence, i'm over the bullshit
you on a empty tank, i got a full
you got the drool dripping the wolves' lips
don't have that man bout you from the pulpit
blahsay blah, blahsay
yeah, death comes in threes like menage a
mase-qua, that's the four-door
my aston martin, made a four-door body
double pipes, that's my four-door
but i'm shitting, that's my four-door potty
ain't too many ride like me,
this what separates the from the little league
little me, trying to be the bigger person
dr. banner, but the nigga version
and you don't to see me angry
you won't like it when i'm
my from the boss
all i could say, for your loss